How my thoughts are remaking is making me sick every time I even think. Well I tend to think of whatever that makes me feel on top other than my legendary taste in men. Today is the last day to submit your tax form to the IRB (Inland Revenue Bastards.Sorry Board) which I of course conveniently forgot because I know my priorities in life and paying taxes isn’t one of it. So I forgot and dad had to remind me. In a very nice way.
Dad: Have you done your taxes child?
Me: What tax?..Ohhh..i’ll do it later
Dad: Later? How late? Deadline is tomorrow.
Me: I’ll do it later
Dad: There’s a fine, for late submission (he thought by saying this he could scare the crap outta me).unsuccessful.
Me: Uhmmm….
Dad: (trying the nice way, didn’t budge me, so he got into his usual frenzy instead)
WHY ARE YOU SO RECKLESS? HAH? CANT YOU JUST DO THIS SIMPLE THING? YOU ARE OF NO USE TO MAN OR BEAST! DO YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING IN LIFE? DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL? THEY WILL PUT YOU BEHIND BARS I TELL YOU YOU BLOODY PLAY THE FOOL YOU BLOODY HELL GIRL.- in his Indian slang
Me: Jail ah?...ok ok I’ll do it now.
Dad: Good.
Me: Is money spent on shoes deductible?
Dad: No you dim fool. If it is then, YOU don’t have to pay taxes for the next 20 years or even for life.
Me: I think they should. I’am going to take the responsibility to write in to them on this matter. Without shoes, you are ‘kurang upaya’.All women will agree to this one.
Dad: Silence. Either feeling faintish or wondering why I came into this world.
They will put you behind bars. It’s the same concept as how panadol can cure anything.
An example of a father-daughter relationship that is built to last.
For as long as I could remember, I consider myself very clever with my finances somehow. Not in a chief economist for the central bank kind of way..but clever enough to afford to pay my minimum credit card payments every 2 months. Every month is not clever. Every 2 months is sensible.Dont argue with me.
Fairness in this life is fast disappearing. People in this world are becoming less and less mindful in understanding the chains of life. Fairness in this context applies to me! Having to deal with all this from every angle of my everyday life. Am I saying life too much? Why do people do the things they do or say the things they say which at times are way too silly and undeveloped? I wonder. Perhaps we’re all dissimilar and we see and deal with issues in a different way. For example, some people crawl up in a hole and stay there, some people act up badly, and some people become complete momentary idiots. An example of someone that is way too slow in grasping how this freakin world actually works is none other than my boss.
Iam a chocolate lover. Iam also a coffee lover. Iam also a wine lover. But I love my chocolate. Cadbury dairy milk or nutella and vanilla ice cream. If you want to find a way to my heart. You could start with this : )
African farmers are now expanding into chocolate making instead of previously just exporting cocoa beans, which I think is clever too, other than paying the minimum credit card bill once in 2 months. West Africa I think to be exact, which is the area that produces 70% of the world’s cocoa. And these cocoa farmers are expanding into chocolate making as they only capture in totality $4 billion from the sale of cocoa beans from the total global sales of chocolate (where the money actually is) of $75 billion a year. Boy I’d like to be part of this.
Its 2:49pm.I want coffee. This is the usual hour where Esther and I sneak out to have a cup and sneak back in like rats. Coffee isn’t the same without you Esther! And I have a ton of work but I got carried away venting in this blog.
Yamuna/Shayanee, Oyster Bay is just looking at me everyday, screaming my name. I know I said I’ll keep it for you. But that’s depends now. I might be on a brink of suicide after seeing the partner today. So thanking you in advance.
FYI- Thats a picture of Esther and Neil.What a cutie.
Dad: Have you done your taxes child?
Me: What tax?..Ohhh..i’ll do it later
Dad: Later? How late? Deadline is tomorrow.
Me: I’ll do it later
Dad: There’s a fine, for late submission (he thought by saying this he could scare the crap outta me).unsuccessful.
Me: Uhmmm….
Dad: (trying the nice way, didn’t budge me, so he got into his usual frenzy instead)
WHY ARE YOU SO RECKLESS? HAH? CANT YOU JUST DO THIS SIMPLE THING? YOU ARE OF NO USE TO MAN OR BEAST! DO YOU NEED ME TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING IN LIFE? DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL? THEY WILL PUT YOU BEHIND BARS I TELL YOU YOU BLOODY PLAY THE FOOL YOU BLOODY HELL GIRL.- in his Indian slang
Me: Jail ah?...ok ok I’ll do it now.
Dad: Good.
Me: Is money spent on shoes deductible?
Dad: No you dim fool. If it is then, YOU don’t have to pay taxes for the next 20 years or even for life.
Me: I think they should. I’am going to take the responsibility to write in to them on this matter. Without shoes, you are ‘kurang upaya’.All women will agree to this one.
Dad: Silence. Either feeling faintish or wondering why I came into this world.
They will put you behind bars. It’s the same concept as how panadol can cure anything.
An example of a father-daughter relationship that is built to last.
For as long as I could remember, I consider myself very clever with my finances somehow. Not in a chief economist for the central bank kind of way..but clever enough to afford to pay my minimum credit card payments every 2 months. Every month is not clever. Every 2 months is sensible.Dont argue with me.
Fairness in this life is fast disappearing. People in this world are becoming less and less mindful in understanding the chains of life. Fairness in this context applies to me! Having to deal with all this from every angle of my everyday life. Am I saying life too much? Why do people do the things they do or say the things they say which at times are way too silly and undeveloped? I wonder. Perhaps we’re all dissimilar and we see and deal with issues in a different way. For example, some people crawl up in a hole and stay there, some people act up badly, and some people become complete momentary idiots. An example of someone that is way too slow in grasping how this freakin world actually works is none other than my boss.
Iam a chocolate lover. Iam also a coffee lover. Iam also a wine lover. But I love my chocolate. Cadbury dairy milk or nutella and vanilla ice cream. If you want to find a way to my heart. You could start with this : )
African farmers are now expanding into chocolate making instead of previously just exporting cocoa beans, which I think is clever too, other than paying the minimum credit card bill once in 2 months. West Africa I think to be exact, which is the area that produces 70% of the world’s cocoa. And these cocoa farmers are expanding into chocolate making as they only capture in totality $4 billion from the sale of cocoa beans from the total global sales of chocolate (where the money actually is) of $75 billion a year. Boy I’d like to be part of this.
Its 2:49pm.I want coffee. This is the usual hour where Esther and I sneak out to have a cup and sneak back in like rats. Coffee isn’t the same without you Esther! And I have a ton of work but I got carried away venting in this blog.
Yamuna/Shayanee, Oyster Bay is just looking at me everyday, screaming my name. I know I said I’ll keep it for you. But that’s depends now. I might be on a brink of suicide after seeing the partner today. So thanking you in advance.
FYI- Thats a picture of Esther and Neil.What a cutie.
